In which I, Aria Fields, encounter a psychotic best friend, said psychotic best friend's Frenchified twin, deranged Quidditch nutters, and quite possibly the most annoying boy on the face of the planet.

I liked my life.
Ok, so my best friend was my homework, my favorite time of day was during classes and my personality was bordering dangerously on insipid.
And nobody cared until they suddenly did.A story of perception, life and the people who changed it all.

Meet Susie Clive: A clumsy, socially awkward teenager who has a pet parrot thats a poop-head, and is obsessed with the Beatles, apple sauce cups, the strawberry garden in her front yard and Albus Potter.

After accidently stealing James Potter’s invisibility cloak, breaking Dom’s ‘don’t socialise with my cousins rule’ and inadvertently causing Professor Longbottom to believe that Potter has a paralysing fear of birds (and that he screams like a girl) I decided it was time for a little more fun. And to prove that I’m not just a bystander.

Cupids were supposed to be mythical creatures. They were supposed to exist only in fairy tales; not in real life, and definitely not as my best friend. Meet Desmond Pierce, resident cupid, and soon-to-be, dead Cupid. All because he shot me with an arrow and made me fall in love with the boy I spent my entire life hating. James Sirius Potter.

I was bullied the whole time I attended Hogwarts. So, I left and I grew and I changed. I made friends for the first time, and everything seemed to finally be falling into place. But now, my new and old life are meeting each other somewhere in the middle.

James Potter is a prat. Him and Malfoy and McLaggen. They seem to think that Quidditch is a purely male sport, but they have yet to learn. Amelie Perry, seventh year Ravenclaw and Quidditch Captain steps up with an entirely female team, bent on teaching them all a lesson: that girls always win.

June Bernard's life currently contains copious amounts of: badly written romance novels, poorly worded love letters, ill-timed earthquakes, a troupe of hyperactive friends, psychotic rants, and a barely functioning sociopath named Albus Potter. Growing up never did have so many occupational hazards. Half parody, half travesty.

Five and a half years after the birth of her child, Rose Weasley feels her life is about to go in a new direction. Things can only get better. Well, they can't get any worse...or so she reckons.
A story about love, life, friendship, family...and an annoying cousin that will never stop calling her Red.

WARNING: BY READING THIS STORY YOU ARE CHOOSING TO ENTER AN ACCIDENT-PRONE LIFESTYLE WHICH IS GUARANTEED TO RUB OFF ON YOU. ALSO SIDE-EFFECTS OF INFLATING EGOS, A DESIRE TO EAT SMALL CHILDREN, AND KNOCKING OVER GRANNIES.

I regret taking that extra shift. Honestly, what kind of person, in their right mind, would ever take an extra shift in the Weasley’s Joke Shop? But I needed the money along with an excuse to get out of the house. If I had known this would happen—if I had known what that extra shift would have brought into my life, I would have turned George Weasley down. But I didn’t. Now, I’m floundering in chaos, and the only person who knew how to save me wanted nothing to do with me.

Stalking is creepy, but eavesdropping is an art; Joella Macmillan is its master. She sees it all happen--Albus Potter's typical obsession, Scorpius Malfoy's typical mood swings, and her best friends sadly typical heartbreak. Of course, it'd be a lot easier if Felix Nott would stop getting in her way.

Aphrodite Price is the name, don't wear it out. Yes, it's a weird name. Yes, I have an older brother, Apollo. No, you may not have his number. Yes, I am in love with James Sirius Potter. Any more questions?

Romy Quinn is having a very stressful seventh year. Not only is she dealing with a death in the family, but it's now effecting her chaser abilities. Because of that, James Potter thinks it's okay to intervene. Which means she has an urge to pour her heart out to him, even thought it's completely ridiculous because she hasn't even told her best mates about it. This year is bound to be full of humiliation. A satire.
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And just like in all those muggle movies that Rose had made me watch when we were barely teenagers, the crowd parted and there he was, holding a broomstick in one hand and the other hand nervously ruffling his hair. His hazel eyes were shining brightly, contrasting his now tanned skin. He caught my eye immediately and started walking towards me.535 REVIEWS, 285 FAVORITES, 64,500+ READS!!! Sequel is up!

I regret a lot of things. Like losing my virginity to a boy I barely knew, finding out I'm having said boy's child at the age of fifteen, and then proceeding to mess up everything about my life that I possibly can. But even after the fighting, the tears, and the sadistic things we've done to each other, I'm not sure how much I can really regret.